126 HYMNS TO THE TUNE "HOW SWEET IS THE SABBATH," &c. 8s. "Having a desire to depart, and to be with Christ." 1. YE angels who stand round the throne, And view my Immanuel's face, In rapturous songs make him known; Tune, tune your soft harps to his praise : So happy, so noble, so good; 2. Ye saints, who stand nearer than they, And cast your bright crowns at his feet, His grace and his glory display, And all his rich mercy repeat: He snatched you from hell and the grave- Almighty to bring you safe there. And I to your Saviour belong! My God and my Saviour to see ! 4. I want to put on my attire, Washed white in the blood of the Lamb; I want to be one of your choir, And tube my sweet harp to his name; 91 Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers, The midsummer sun shines but dim, 2. His name yields the richest perfume, And makes all within me rejoice. I should, were he always thus nigh, Have nothing to wish or to fear; No mortal so happy as I My summer would last all the year, 3. My Lord, if indeed I am thine, If thou art my sun and my song, Where winter and clouds are no more. 1. My coun-try 'tis of thee-Sweet land of liberty-Of thee I sing. 2. My native country, thee-Land of the no ble free-Thy name I love. HYMNS TO THE TUNE "AMERICA." 129 6s & 4s. 1. COME, thou almighty King, Help us thy name to sing, Help us to praise ! Father, all glorious, Come and reign over us, 2. Jesus, our Lord, descend; 3. Come, thou incarnate Word Our prayer attend; Come, and thy people bless; Come, give thy word success; Spirit of holiness, On us descend. 4. Come, holy Comforter, Thy sacred witness bear, In this glad hour; Thou, who almighty art, Now rule in every heart, And ne'er from us depart, Spirit of power. 5. To thee, great One in Three, 130 Love and adore. 6s & 4s. Grateful Praise for the Gospel. 1. COME, let our voices raise A song of grateful praise, And thankful love; Let each a tribute bring, Let all awake and sing Praise to our heavenly King, Who dwells above. 2. The gospel's sacred page Reveals to every age, Salvation free. Oh, send the joyful sound! 3. Accept our offerings, Lord, At length, at thy right hand, Surround thy throne. 93 HYMNS TO THE TUNE "AZMON." 1. ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed, 2. Was it for crimes that I had done, 8. Well might the sun in darkness hide, When Christ, th' almighty Saviour, died, 4. Thus might I hide my blushing face, 5. But drops of grief can ne'er repay 2. Sure, never till my latest breath It seemed to charge me with his death, 3. Alas! I knew not what I did, But all my tears were vain. 4. A second look he gave, which said, This blood is for thy ransom paid, I die-that thou may'st live." 5. Thus, while his death my sin displays In all its blackest hue, 134 Such is the mystery of grace, It seals my pardon too. C. M. Lord, teach a sinful Child to Pray. 2. Teach me to do the thing that's right, 3. Whatever trouble I am in, 95 |